Chapter 76 Clothes

As the petal gradually withered, the surging breath of life poured into Yan Xicai's body like a tide.

Boom-Boom-Boom...

The breath of life gathered in his chest, hammering his chest rhythmically. His heart, which had been dead, beat again. The fatal wound on his neck healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, it was mostly recovered.

Yan Xicai suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had woken up from a nightmare!

"Don't kill me!!"

He shouted a sentence like a dream, but the only response to him was the whistling wind and the roar of fighting in the distance.

Yan Xicai was in a daze in the pool of blood for a long time, and finally came to his senses. He fumbled his hands on his chest, and finally only touched a withered petal...

"This thing is really useful!" Yan Xicai saw that he was saved by the petal, and his face showed ecstasy after surviving a disaster, "It seems that my father still cares about me! God will not let me die! I, Yan Xicai, am back again!! Hahaha..."

This petal was a treasure that Yan Xicai's father, the president of the Qunxing Chamber of Commerce, got from somewhere. When he gave this petal to Yan Xicai, he did not explain what it was used for, but just asked him to keep it close to him and not to take it off at any time... Now, Yan Xicai finally understood the effect of this petal.

Yan Xicai recalled everything just now, and the joy in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by endless resentment and anger.

"Jian Changsheng... Hehe..."

"A lowly useless person dares to kill me? When I escape, I will not kill your whole family, otherwise I will not be named Yan!"

Yan Xicai cursed as he staggered out of the pool of blood. He glanced at the battlefield in the distance and turned around to walk towards the entrance of the ancient treasure.

After all, there was not much time left before the ancient treasure was opened. As long as he could find a place to hide until the end, he could wait for the law enforcement officers to enter the scene... By then, who could hurt him?

Yan Xicai had just taken a step forward, and as if he remembered something, he ran back to the body of the usurper and began to search carefully.

"Where's the ring... Where's my ring?" Yan Xicai searched for a long time but couldn't find it, and frowned in confusion.

"Are you looking for this?"

A voice came from behind him.

Yan Xicai's body trembled, and he looked back, only to see a figure in a bright red costume standing in the pool of blood, playing with a ring casually, looking at him with a smile.

The moment he saw that face, Yan Xicai's eyes widened in surprise as if he had seen a ghost.

"You...you..."

"Why am I here? Am I not dead? Am I a human or a ghost?"

Without waiting for Yan Xicai to speak, Chen Ling finished his lines for him slowly, and then slowly walked towards Yan Xicai, who was stunned on the spot.

The smile on Chen Ling's mouth gradually faded, he looked down at Yan Xicai, and after a moment, he coldly spat out two words:

"... Kneel down."

The cold light of the dagger flashed instantly, and Chen Ling forcibly cut Yan Xicai's tendons. The latter screamed, fell to his knees with a plop, and curled up in a pool of blood.

"This is impossible... You are obviously dead!" Yan Xicai hugged his legs, his face extremely pale.

"Even you have to be killed twice before you die, why can't I?" Chen Ling said indifferently, "I said, all of you will die here... Do you think you can escape, Master Yan?"

"Chen Ling... let me go, give me a way out! I promise! I won't tell anyone what happened here!"

"In fact, we don't have any deep hatred, right? Except on the boat... I can apologize to you, really! I can even kowtow to you!"

"I can send you to Aurora City, and you can choose any position of law enforcement officer! I promise to let you enjoy endless wealth and glory!"

"Also, I have a lot of treasures at home, I can give them to you if you want..."

Yan Xicai begged bitterly, his means of saving his life had been used up. If he was killed by Chen Ling again this time, he would really die... If he died, he would have nothing.

Chen Ling slowly put the ruby ​​ring on his finger, ignoring Yan Xicai's prayer.

He carefully looked at the ring for a moment, and suddenly interrupted Yan Xicai:

"How do I use this thing?"

Yan Xicai was stunned.

"Didn't you say you would give me all the treasures?" Chen Ling spoke again, "How do I use this thing?"

Hearing this, a glimmer of hope ignited in Yan Xicai's eyes. Chen Ling was interested in this ring, which meant that he had a chance to buy his life with the treasure!

"This is a very historical sacrificial vessel. It is said that it was obtained from the gray world produced during a seventh-level disaster invasion." Yan Xicai immediately introduced, "As long as it is allowed to devour mental power, it can control space in a small range. If the user's mental power is below the fourth level and is not enough for it to devour, it can be replaced with fresh flesh and blood..."

"Only the fourth level can be used at no cost?"

"Yes, only the fourth level can master the domain. Before there is a domain, the mental power is almost zero..."

"Then how to let it devour flesh and blood?"

"There is a mechanism on the side of this ring. Just touch it and then insert the ejected needle into the body, and then..."

Puff——

Before Yan Xicai finished speaking, Chen Ling grabbed his throat with one hand, and the needle of the ring pierced under his skin, and began to devour Yan Xicai's flesh and blood crazily!

Under the devouring of the ring, Yan Xicai's originally round and plump body shrank visibly, just like the first time Chen Ling saw Qian Fan use the knuckle sacrifice in the house, but the devouring speed of this ring seemed to be faster than that sacrifice!

Yan Xicai was strangled by Chen Ling's throat. He wanted to wail but couldn't shout at all. He could only stare at Chen Ling and beg him to spare him.

Finally, before Yan Xicai was about to be sucked dry, Chen Ling released his palm.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Yan Xicai collapsed to the ground and started coughing violently. At this moment, he looked like a person who had not recovered from a serious illness. He was skinny and bony. At first glance, he looked no different from a skeleton with skin on. It was almost impossible to tell his original appearance.

"I see." Chen Ling looked at the glimmering ruby ​​and thought about it.

"It... it's already yours." Yan Xicai panted like a broken bellows, "Chen Ling... can you let me go?"

"Okay." Chen Ling patted his shoulder and slowly stood up from the pool of blood. "By the way, didn't you say you liked my dress? That dress can't be given to you... What do you think of the one I'm wearing?"

Yan Xicai glanced at the bright red costume on Chen Ling and shook his head quickly... At this time, how could he dare to be like on the boat?

Besides, he didn't really like Chen Ling's tattered clothes on the boat. He just wanted to find an excuse to make trouble for Chen Ling.

"No... no need..."

"Well, that's a pity."

Chen Ling turned and walked away.

Seeing Chen Ling leave like this, Yan Xicai finally let go of his worries... He crawled in the pool of blood in a panic, moving towards the entrance of the ancient Tibetan.

He could finally go home.

Just then,

A cold wind blew across the corner of the red opera robe,

Chen Ling walked forward, casually raised his right hand, and lightly snapped his fingers.

"Knead."

Crack——

Yan Xicai's body was twisted into a knot, and his already weak breath of life disappeared in an instant.

He lay skinny in the pool of blood, his eyes looking at the sky with a sluggish look. On this gray-white earth, it seemed as if he was wearing a red opera robe of the same style as Chen Ling.